I suffered severe post-natal depression after the birth of my second child. I had a daughter of 15 months and a newborn and I was convinced I was a terrible mum and my kids would be better off without me. I rarely went out, preferring to hide away with my children (I was in a controlling marriage). One day a friend brought me a cross stitch magazine. I remembered learning basic stitches in school and making one of ‘those’ dressing table mats for my mum, so I thought I’d give the cover kit a go. I waited for the children to sleep and opened the kit. For the first time in a long time, my mind was quiet. That voice (my own voice, sadly) in my head that told me I was fat, ugly, stupid, a bad mother, a worthless human being, that voice was silenced by the concentration needed to follow the chart, count the stitches and complete the piece. I was hooked! In following years, I was diagnosed with Seasonal Affective Disorder and Clinical depression and have been on and off medication for years. I refuse to say I suffer from depression, because I refuse to suffer! I live with depression, and stitching is the best therapy I know. I wouldn’t be here without finding cross stitch and probably, neither would and of my children, or grandchildren.